Zion: Damn, babe. Looking good.

Zion: I’m definitely thinking about you too now. But you don’t get to have any proof unless you come get it 😉

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇxᴛ

Roman: [ photo ] Roman: Thinkin' about youuuuu ;)

"Oh, I know you're good, babe" Zion grinned at the younger male. His eyes scanning his guests physique, and feeling just as good to be seeing him again too. "It's great to see you too" he confessed. "I actually just finished cooking dinner, but I'd love for you to join me." Zion wasn't the best cook, and he knew he promised the waiter an egg hunt. But he really just wanted to get to know Rhett on a more personal level.

Stepping to the side as he invited Rhett to come into his cabin, Zion led Rhett to his dinning area. The whole placed was filled with the delicious aroma of chicken and pasta, and Zion hoped Rhett would also find it appealing. "I hope you like chicken cacciatore" he smiled. Pulling out a chair at the table and offering Rhett a seat before making them both a plate. He knew as a client, Rhett should be waiting on him. But he was a gentleman, and he didn't want Rhett to feel like this was just another part of his job. He sat the plates down onto the table, one directly in front of his guest. "Do you prefer red or white"

Rhett was pretty excited to receive a text from Zion, to be honest. The man was a lot of fun and he was such a big fan of his work so the fact that he wanted to spend any time with him really meant a lot to Rhett. He made his way across the island, taking his time so that he didn't seem all too eager. That would probably just scare the man away and that was certainly the last thing he wanted. Rhett was dressed in his typical Rhett style. Black jeans with holes in the knees, a baggy tank top, and bracelets and rings galore. He was happy that the Haus still let him dress how he liked. If they didn't, he would far less happy there.

Showing up at the clients cabin, Rhett knocked melodically on the door and tucked his hands behind his back as he waited for the door to open. Within a few moments, Zion was there and immediately, the blond smiled, "I told you I'm good." Rhett joked, his head bowing just a bit, "It's good to see you!" It really was, "Did you want to...starting hunting now or--" He shrugged, "Whatever you want, darling." Rhett was pretty easy going. He could go with the flow with just about anything.

To be honest, Zion forgot that he was even out in a public place, as he doodled in his notebook. He was famous for getting lost in his artwork on more occasions than one. He was just doodling away, trying to come up with some new tattoo ideas, instead of eating his dinner like he should have been doing. So you couldn’t really blame him for thinking Silas was a waiter when he first approached.

“Oh, no thank you, Im good” he spoke before actually looking up. The younger male only grabbing his full attention when he confessed that he was a big fan of his. “Shit, I’m sorry. It’s nice to meet you, Silas” he apologized, taking the fellow clients hand into his own before giving it a strong shake. “Thank you, I really appreciate that” he added, offering a friendly smile. “Duran.. that sounds really familiar. Have you come into the shop before?” The name sounded super familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place it. “Please, join me. Id love to buy you dinner.”

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Silas was staring. He could feel himself staring but he couldn't find it in himself to stop staring. It's just... he knew that face. It was one he admired as a patron of the arts and someone who appreciated alternative forms of expression. While he only had a couple of small tattoos himself, he'd always dreamed of treating himself to a work of art by Zion Sakuri whenever he made it to New York. He had followed him ever since discovering one of his tattoos years ago and the craving to have something of his on his body had yet to go away. Maybe this was his chance to have more than just his work on his skin.

"Excusez-moi." Silas didn't want to interrupt him but he couldn't not introduce himself. This could be a once in a lifetime chance, after all. "My apologies, I just wanted to tell you what a big fan I am of your work." Smiling, Silas held a hand out to him. "I'm Silas Duran." That name would only mean something to someone if they kept up with the Hollywood scene and knew his famous director father and actress mother enough to be interested in their only son. Maybe Zion was one of those people or maybe it would mean nothing to him. "I'd love to buy you a drink."

Zion wasn’t really much of a drinker. He liked a good buzz every now and then, but he’d much rather smoke a blunt to his head then walk around inebriated. Of course the one time he decided to go for a drink though, he’d bump into someone who knew him. He recognized the older males face, but with the buzz he already had going, he couldn’t for the life of him recall his name.

“Hey” he smiled, turning on his bar stool to face the musician. “I ugh, I decided it was time for a vacation” he shrugged. Anyone who knew him, knew he was a serious workaholic outside of the haus. But here he was just trying to have a little fun. “Oh, yeah, the music” he chuckled softly to himself. Finally remembering where he knew this guy from and feeling a bit embarrassed. “The music is going, good” he nodded. “Yeah, I still haven’t done anything too serious with it. Just been posting shit on YouTube and playing local gigs when I can. How’s your music going, mate?”

@zionsakuri

"well, fancy seein' you here, mate," he figured it wouldn't be long during his time at the haus that he'd see someone he knew on the outside world. it was more of brief encounters; harvey had visited one of zion's parlours in the past with some of his touring crew, though he'd never been brave enough to actually sit in the chair -- he only had one tattoo, a little house on his chest, but nothing else had ever really spoken to him. "how come you're out here?" harvey asks, hoping he's not prying too much, "and how's the music goin'? think you were sayin' you were explorin' that when we last met."

Anyone on the island you would like to have a threesome with?

“I wouldn’t say no to anyone on the island honestly. If you’re wanting to have a threesome with me just hit me up, I’m pretty open to exploring anything with anyone, babe.”

Fall N Luv - PnB Rock

#thenandnow 10 year challenge

Zion knew it would be risky asking the masseuse to join him in the hot tub after his appointment. He was sure the staff member had plenty of other clients he needed to attend to, but with as good as the rub down had been, he felt it only right to repay him. Even if that meant he would only be getting him out of work early to soak in a tub of hot water with him.

“The water is amazing, as always” he replied. His eyes shamelessly following every move Nathan made as he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt up over his head. He still couldn’t seem to get used to the fact that every man on this island looked like a goddamn model, and he caught himself more than once letting his eyes unabashedly undress the other male as he climbed into the tub beside him.

“I wouldn’t say that exactly” he chuckled nonchalantly. “I’ve just got this new found obsession with convincing hot young men to get naked and wet with me” he mused. Playfully sticking his tongue out as he gave a tantalizing smirk.

There was probably nothing better in Nathan's mind than being immediately requested by a client after giving a massage. Even after spending time on his table with his hands all over them, they wanted more. What could be a greater compliment than that? It was made even better by the fact that Zion was a thoroughly interesting client that caught Nathan's attention in more ways than one. Getting to spend more time with him, maybe get to know him better, was a fantastic use of a night here on the island. Or maybe there would be no small talk and getting to know each other. Maybe they would just get straight to business. That was okay too. Nathan would not complain.

"Thanks for inviting me." The masseuse replied, his naturally charming smile settling on his face. He'd gone back to his cabin after his appointments ended to change into his trunks and a loose tank top, much better than his spa uniform. Though it wouldn't last long. "How's the water tonight?" He asked as he removed his shirt, dropping it on top of his shoes before approaching the hot tub. Having these things all over the island was probably one of his favorite parts about the Haus moving here. Stepping over the side, Nathan climbed carefully into the hot tub and lowered himself into the perfectly heated water, sighing with relief and delight as it engulfed his tired body. "Oh, that's amazing. You really know how to pick a date."

It wasn’t very often anyone would find Zion completely using his status to its full advantage. Telling other people what to do in a sexual manner really only seemed fun if the other male was actually into it. But considering the fact that he had just smoked an entire blunt to his head right before Theo had arrived, it was needless to say he was in a mood.

“You don’t have to call me that, love” he insisted. Flashing the staff member a genuine smile before nodding his head in his general direction. “Take your clothes off and join me.” The water felt great, but he had a feeling that the other male could make it feel absolutely amazing. That he could make him feel amazing.

Zion waited and watched as the staff member completely undressed, and then stood in place before offering him a helping hand to get into the tub. “Do you have any limits” he asked without hesitation. Not meaning to come off crude, but this was what the island was for after all, right?

Whenever a client had requested for their presence, the staff was pretty much obliged to say yes. There was no duty nor job too important, unless it was a direct conflict to another client. Then again, the Haus hardly presented reasons to outright refuse. The staff had gone in willingly, knowing what their job entailed, and making their clientele happy was priority number one.

As soon as he got the request, Theo had made his way to said client, finding him in one of the hot tubs. The scene was rather serene: a hot tub relaxation in the middle of an island filled to the brim with handsome lads – what more could one want? Honestly, it had looked like the guest was zoning into complete zen, that he nearly didn’t want to speak up, only to be beaten to it by him.

Courteously, Theodore stopped short by the tub, hands folded behind his back as he stood poised. “As you asked, Sir Sakuri.” he curtly replied, boasting a pleasant aura and charmed smile. "How may I be of service to you today?"

“Dream of me often do ya?” Zion smiled softly. He could tell Roman was feeling some type of way about the whole situation of him being here. But he wasn’t going to shine light on something that his ex was clearly struggling with. He only hoped that they could get past the initial shock of it all in due time.

He continued to gently rub his thumb back and forth across his ex lovers cheek, but only for a moment before withdrawing his hand and resting it on his hip. “Are you okay with me being here?” The question was a bit direct, but it was something he honestly needed to know. His sleepy hazel eyes were searching for an emotional reaction brewing beneath Roman’s deep green orbs. “Cause if you’re not, I don’t wanna make things uncomfortable for you” he admitted. He was feeling a little scared that his ex might ask him to leave, but he wasn’t ever gonna let on to that.

Roman almost panicked when Zion touched his face, heart racing and sweat breaking at his forehead from the flashbacks. "This all feels like a dream." He admitted honestly, not answering his ex directly, because his mind was clearly on other things. He couldn't lie that it felt good, because of course it did. Z knew all of his little ticks, the way he liked to be touched. Zion knew Roman, and having someone on the island that knew him so intimately was complicated. "Even on my way over here I wasn't sure I'd find you. I kept thinking I have to be dreaming this."

- - -

Truth was, Zion was actually really good at finding things. He had also found a four leaf clover during the St.Patrick’s Day event, and that was on his first day on the island. Luck wasn’t something Zion took for granted though. He had a rather tough life growing up, at least emotionally. So he savored every ounce of luck that came his way and considered it a blessing from his late brother Makhai.

He cleaned his cabin up as best as he could considering the mass amounts of inks and sketches he had covering the table tops. He was starting to get a bit of a soft spot for Rhett. So he just wanted to present himself in the best light possible. He ran his hand through his slightly messy hair to try and keep it back from his face as he heard the knock on his door. His heart pounding a bit harder than normal as he pulled the door open and caught glimpse of the waiter on the other side. “Well, would you look at that. You found me” he grinned.

{text:} I’m awful at finding anything that isn’t a dirty sense of humor. But I hear there are eggs hidden around the island, and I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have help me find them.

{text:} you game, love?

- Zion

[text]: i suppose there could be worse things to find, right? lol

[text]: i would love to. i am, apparently, great at finding things since i DID find that last clover on st. patty's day.

[text]: want me to meet you at your cabin, love?

@zionsakuri

Zion was still getting used to the way of the Haus. He had never been anywhere quite like this before, or ever even imagined attending. He was a pretty reserved man, some may even consider him a bit mysterious. But he was doing his best to keep an open mind and get involved. He had just finished getting what he would consider one of the best massages he had ever had, and he was feeling completely relaxed for the first time in a really long time. It was nice not having to think about all the stressors he had left back home, his mind felt tranquil, and his body was in a serene state of zen. All he really wanted to do now was enjoy some time in the hot tub, preferably with someone who could keep him in his current state of peace.

He hadn’t really had much time to meet with everyone since his arrival during all the festivities. So he decided now would be the perfect time to focus some of his attention on one of the winsome men who had immediately caught his eye. It wasn’t really like him to request attention from anyone, but hell, this was a vacation after all wasn’t it? He might as well put his clientele advantages to use. Completely submerging his body into the warmth of the hot tub, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Only opening them again when he heard the footsteps of his chosen companion coming close. “Hey, thanks for coming.”